"Come in," Pete said. He was in his office Thursday afternoon when he heard a knock on the door. The door opened and Lana was there. She looked like she had just gotten back from something athletic. She was in sweat pants and a tight T short and her long black hair was in a pony tail. She stepped into the middle of the room as Pete turned his chair around and smiled.
"Hello, Lana. What can I do for you?"
Lana took a deep breath and said, "I was out jogging just now and thinking. Thinking about what we do." She paused awkwardly for a moment before proceeding, "I have to admit that I enjoy being... Well... being under your control, but I remember a while ago when I got a punishment while you had Linda and Laura spank each other... I think... I think the hardest part of that punishment was that I felt a little jealous that I didn't get to do that."
Pete smiled and said, "I think I understand, Lana. It makes sense to me now thinking about how you take your spankings. You always try to be the tough girl before you break down, don't you?"
Lana shifted her stance slightly and nodded.
Pete smiled and said, "I think it's wonderful that you want to explore, Lana, to see if you have a dominant side. I'd love to help you bring that out. I think I have an idea about how best to do that."
Pete laid out the high points of what he had in mind and then said, "Does that sound interesting, Lana?"
Lana smiled and nodded and said, "Yes. Thank you, Pete." She closed the distance between them, leaned over and gave Pete a quick kiss and then turned and left, clearly with an extra spring in her step.
Pete chuckled to himself. This was going to be fun, he thought to himself.
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Friday night arrived and at around half past nine, Pete was in the living room reading and he saw Linda pack up her textbooks and head upstairs to prepare for her ten o'clock appointment with Pete. As soon as she was gone, Lana looked up at Pete and after waiting for Linda to be out of the way headed up the stairs herself. Pete finished the paragraph he was reading and then went up to his own room, leaving Laura alone, watching a movie on her tablet, her headphones making her oblivious to anything else.
Pete waited in his room for the customary knock. He went to the door and, as expected, Linda was there. She was naked, as was customary. Pete ushered her in and took his place on the edge of the bed while she stood in the center of the room facing him.
Pete spoke, "This evening, Linda, things are going to be just a little bit different." Pete paused for effect. Linda's face changed slightly, showing a quizzical look. Pete continued, "Stay right there."
Pete stood and walked to the door and opened it. Lana was standing there, also nude. He ushered her in as well and made his way back to his seat on the edge of the bed. Lana followed him and stood at Pete's side, facing Linda. Linda's mouth dropped open in surprise.
Pete said, "Linda, I know that you enjoy being spanked with others watching. Lana has expressed an interest in exploring her own dominant side, so for this evening, I am going to let her take charge of you. I'll be giving her some instruction when I think it's warranted, but that won't be of your concern. Is that clear?"
Linda nodded and said, "Yes."
Pete stood up and made his way to the side of the room and said, "Alright, Lana."
Lana stood in front of Linda, Both girls had their arms at their sides and looked in each other's eyes for a long moment. Linda began to tremble slightly and she nervously moved her hands forward in front of her crotch. Lana saw her do so and said, "No, Linda. Hands behind your back."
Linda gulped and moved her hands as instructed. Lana slowly began to take small steps around Linda, who kept her eyes facing forward. Pete was astonished at how clearly the two women expressed their roles with hardly any words being spoken. Lana exuded confidence and authority, and Linda was demure and submissive - despite both of them being completely naked. It was fascinating to watch.
Lana arrived back in front of Linda and brought her hands up to her breasts. She caressed them slowly and pinched the nipples, drawing them to erectness. Linda closed her eyes and moaned once softly. Without warning, Lana reached behind Linda's head and grasped a hank of hair. Linda's eyes shot open in surprise. Lana escorted Linda over to the bed - not by dragging her by the hair, but to Pete's eye she more steered Linda as she desired. Pete thought it was a particularly potent mixture of authority and gentleness. His cock was already so hard it almost ached as he watched the spectacle play out before him.
Lana released Linda's hair and sat on the edge of the bed with her knees together. She reached up and took ahold of Linda's elbow and urged her into place over Lana's lap. Lana ran her hand over Linda's bottom as she whimpered, waiting for her spanking to begin. Pete could see that Lana was taking her time, relishing the power she had over her roommate. He wasn't able to read Linda's expressions very well given her position, but he could imagine her nervous anticipation as she waited with her bottom up in the air for her discipline.
At last, Lana raised her hand high up and brought it quickly down on Linda's left cheek. She let out a high pitched "Eek!" Lana paused. To Pete it seemed like she was admiring the handprint in ghostly pink she just created. Then she repeated the motion on the other cheek, and Linda squealed again. Lana didn't wait as long before spanking her again and commencing with a slow cadence, alternating cheeks with each spank.
Linda began to squirm and Lana responded by placing her left hand on Linda's lower back and holding her in place. Linda quickly began to respond to her spanking with sobs that morphed quickly into open crying. Lana paused and then looked back at Pete for reassurance. Pete smiled and nodded his approval. Lana reached over across Linda to the night stand and picked up the hairbrush that Pete had left there. She straightened up and patted Linda's bottom cheeks with the brush a couple times. She then brought the brush down hard on Linda's left sit-spot, wresting a screech from Linda's lips, which dissolved into hard crying.